Wednesday, March 6, 2013

After


Wisdom does not drive us
away from what might hurt us.

Its voice is not the soft one
whispering, "Do not sin."

Wisdom is the healer
that comes along after.

1 comment:

  1. Effacement

    I feel defeated.
    My kindness tastes like sugar
    To diabetics
    Whose feet have developed sores
    By loading logs onto trucks.

    Now no ear opens
    Its moth wings to hear poems.
    Elders have wasted
    Away from leukemia
    And only I read their words.

    Only I repeat
    Their wry way of concealing
    The truth by placing
    It in a sugar-coated limb
    Of a tree struck by lightning.

    [Disposable Tanka March 6, 2013]
    Dr. Mike

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